I mean, I knew it wasn’t going to be traumatizing, but really, it’s actually pretty awesome. Also, a tip, calling yourself your upcoming age up to three months before your birthday really eases the transition quite a bit. And I’m still the “youngest Mommy in 1st grade” (as per informal poll conducted by Bassie at Solomon Schechter Day School, who’s “pretty sure that the other moms are, like, all about 42 or something”.)
Also, thanks to stevereed for helping me come to the realization that I have been lucky enough to avoid the haunting ticking of my biological clock by having my kids pretty much as soon as I was fertile. So now I can just look forward to the day when the girls are old enough to take care of themselves while their supercoolawesome thirty-ish parents go out to a yuppie bar in whatever neighborhood will be gentrifying in 5-6 years, and don’t come home until, like, 1 AM. Yeah.
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